of death afraid I am,
unexpectedly death hits you with a slam
lurking death around
ticking sand an hour glass down
tock tick tock tick

death is a scary thing
(both dark and gloomy)
you don't know what it will bring
pain it can bring to family
or your death of sorrow

a grim reaper slowly carrying his scythe
waiting patiently for the moment to dive
soul to steal and left wondering about
to heaven or hell going to either
tock tick tick tock

but death is part of life
to nature you pay a price
(but hope you spend it right)
you only get one chance in life
tick tock tick tock